No longer a virgin - dropped it yesterday.

There are two group's of riders, those that have dropped and those that will.

I moved from the latter into the former group yesterday.

Lesson learned: always put your uphill foot down after coming to a stop.

I am used to riding in very flat areas. After a gas stop in a very hiilly area in WV on my way to Pittsburgh. I came to a stop and attempted to put my left foot down as I always do. Surprise! The ground was a long way down, and the bike went over with a thud. It was a hell of a struggle picking it up since it had fallen over downhill of a steep incline.

The most damage was to my ego. Just a few scrapes on the corner of the Trax luggage, bar end, and engine guard. The bike has some character now, and so do I!

Welcome to the club! I've gotten used to dropping my 1150GSA now. I think I'm up to 4 drops at zero or one mile per hour. The most recent was last week in the parking lot of a Mexican food restaurant. I hopped off as it went over, stood there and had a good laugh about it, then got to the business of picking her up.

Welcome to the club....on a recent trip to Europe, I gently laid down my Dakar 4 times in the first 2 weeks. Bruised ego and bar ends......I suspect it wasn't the last time either.
I have found that picking up is easier facing away from the bike...and lift with your legs...must be somekind of leverage thingy...

been there, done that . My bike isn't a GS, but I'm tiptoed on it. leisurely stop at a red light turned into a fall-off when I put the left foot down and initially didn't feel any ground there. doesn't help if you negligently let the handlebars turn in the direction of the drop all the while clamping down on that front brake. now I take a quick look before I stop to know what I'm up against. and keep the bars straight. and don't let that left foot step on any loose gravel or oil. (these really are all the thoughts going through my mind when coming up to a stop now).

It's helpful when there's a transient gentleman at the red light next to the interstate on ramp who will come out and help you pick up the bike

It was definitely a humbling experience. I distinctly remember rolling up to the intersection and thinking "ugh, a homeless guy. He's gonna ask for money." Interesting how the situation reversed itself and he was the one helping me. I do believe that what goes around comes around, and I wish the best for that guy (whoever he was) ... he really helped me out of a little jam.